Work was crazy during December, severely curtailing reading and writing activities.
Time to start catching up.
I’m just hoping that my late night purchasing of Christmas presents have proved to be … sensible. I have nightmare visions of my frail, elderly female relatives opening socket sets and, more robust, male family members receiving flowers. Well, it’s too late now.
Just the food to go.
Fortunately, this is not something that I ever get involved in. Many years ago, I was deemed far too incompetent to cook Christmas lunch and was ignominiously relegated to the position of kitchen porter over Christmas. Having got very huffy about this, I put my nose in the air and …. got the marigolds out.
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